Jaime Turbett 10.12.

06 Fiction Exercise 6 Tainted Love His hands stroked the length of my body; my breasts, my side, my hips, my thighs. His hands dug into my thighs as his lips touched mine. I felt his tongue in my mouth and my eyes rolled to the back of my head. I remember the first time I saw him naked. In my advanced art class there he was, with his amazing body. His brown hair hung into his eyes ever so slightly. His face was engaging yet disinterested. Then his blue eyes caught mine. It takes a certain kind of man to sit naked in front of a class. When he left he slipped a sheet of paper into my hand, his hands rough and soft at the same time. It was his address. His upper body compressed my breasts to my chest. I felt his sweat, I felt mine. My head pressed against the pillow, my hair in disarray around my head, a halo of blood and filth. He pulled back looking into my bruised face, his hand stroked it ever so slightly, it sent shivers through my occupied body, and my back arched against him. I was too pretty for art school. The dean was obsessed with me. I let his little flirting and closeness go for a while. One night, however, he called me into his office and assaulted me. It was all I could do to defend myself. For this I was kicked out of the school and discredited. I had nowhere to go until I found that crumpled address in my pants. His strong arms held me, the way I had secretly wanted them to the first time we met. My pain was washed away as I felt his body against mine. The bed covers draped

onto the floor the way a curtain would, the curtain falling on a dark time of my life, a dark time of his. We had each other. He eyed me when I came to his flat drenched from the rain. He took me in, put me to work. It wasn’t bad work, it was all I had, previously I had never worked a day in my life. Most were just husbands whose wives didn’t give them enough attention. I listened to them prattle on, listened to their guilt never spoke a word as I did my job. Every time Antonio handed me my pay it was as if a fleeting butterfly had given me the courtesy of landing in my hand for only a moment before fleeting away. The moonlight through the steamed window cast a haunting glow across us. Lost in our attraction, our motions. My sore body followed his strength. It was different this time, I wanted to scream, I wanted to love him. We wouldn’t go back to the old life. We were drowning in the pools of each other. I hadn’t expected it when I walked into the clients house. It was a rare occasion but the client had insisted upon it. He had agreed to pay quite a bit extra for this courtesy. The door was open. I walked in not expecting the fist that suddenly caught my jaw. I was on the polished wood floor looking up into the crazed face of an assailant I recognized. The dean who had ruined my life towered over me, his face was red and I scrambled to get away. The phones were disconnected. He wanted to kill me, he wasn’t happy with merely ruining my life, he wanted to take it away. I wasn’t sure how I had gotten away, it happened so fast. I shoved him with all the strength I could muster. He fell back, his head hit a table, he was down, and I ran.

I ran to a pay phone. I called Antonio. I blurted through broken speech and tears what had happened. He picked me up just as thunder rolled through the sky. The sound of the wipers calmed me as I followed them with my eyes. He carried my beaten body to his flat, put me on the couch and started dressing some of my wounds. He wiped a cold wash-cloth across my face, my hair disheveled and caked with blood. My face fell into the cloth in his hand, he stared into my eyes. He leaned in towards me. His chest pressed into mine, his arms wove around my body, his lips brushed mine, the pain and fear washed away. An excessively loud roll of thunder struck the sky, and the lights went out. I was on his bed, lost in the passion, waves of pain, waves of pleasure as he slid inside me. I screamed as I fought to retain my consciousness. My body convulsed in time with his. He held me close to his chest as the release came. We were here together, we were giving into the love we had denied so long. He held me still, he would never let go. Now we were one.